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How I Learned to Stop Being Willfully Ignorant and Started Fiddling Around with ChatGPT
I readily admit i don’t know the first thing about artificial intelligence, although I sure hope it isn’t as flawed as so many examples of human intelligence that I have encountered in my time.
But I do know it’s a mighty big talking point. At WonderCon earlier this year, a panel of comic book professionals wrapped up with comments about the various projects they were working on with an extended dialogue about AI sparked by an audience question. The tone of the collective panel? Bleak. As borne out by one quote from Tom King:
“It’s coming for us all.”
I also know that AI is tied up in the Hollywood strikes, the weirdo from X thinks it will make humanity extinct (even as he creates a start-up AI company), the federal government is starting to use it to protect the country’s cybersecurity while there are calls in Congress to hold hearings to look into it (which always screams regulation to me), and it’s an issue that many in two industries that I am somewhat affiliated with, journalism and higher education, are very concerned about. See this story by a journalist about higher education and AI.
By and large there seem to be two opinions on AI:
Existential threat or greatest advance in human technology since Hot Pockets. And it tastes great and is less filling for Christians, too! (At least the Fox News kind of Christians).
Like any upstanding citizen who wants to be informed, I look to the internet (as you’ve no doubt noticed) and i read article after article but invariably my eyes glaze over and it’s time for a nap. I’m not a scientifically oriented person and, to use the academic phrase, I have no fucking idea what AI is, how it works, or what it can do.
But I do know about cats landing on their feet and Bob Dylan. So I did a little internetting and found a site that allows you to use ChatGPT, which somehow uses AI to generate text from prompts you type in and started fiddling around with it.
I am sure going to that site i’m now on several international watch lists and my phone will soon start blowing up with all kinds of wonderful deals on this or that AI product. But no one said the pursuit of knowledge didn’t carry inherent risks.
After using it, I still have no fucking idea how it works or how it could save or destroy us. But I am pretty sure that AI is better than us.
At least in generating a song about Bob Dylan singing about the mystery of cats landing on their feet. And here it is:
π΅ Well, there’s a mystery in this world, folks, gather ’round and see,
About them furry little creatures, as nimble as can be,
They got paws that dance like shadows, as they take a daring leap
, It’s the age-old question, how do cats land on their feet? π΅
(Chorus) π΅ Oh, it’s a twirl and a swirl, a mid-air feat,
In the dead of night or on a bustling street,
With their whiskers and their grace, they make a mystic treat,
Oh, the enigma of cats landing on their feet! π΅
(Verse 2) π΅ From the highest ledge to the lowest ground,
They spin and twist, not a single sound,
With their tails held high and those eyes so neat,
It’s a riddle of nature, cats landing on their feet. π΅
(Chorus) π΅ Oh, it’s a twirl and a swirl, a mid-air feat,
In the dead of night or on a bustling street,
With their whiskers and their grace, they make a mystic treat,
Oh, the enigma of cats landing on their feet! π΅
(Verse 3) π΅ Now, some say it’s magic, others call it skill
, A feline acrobat, with a purring thrill,
But deep down in their bones, it’s a secret they’ll keep
, Oh, the marvelous wonder of cats landing on their feet. π΅
(Chorus) π΅ Oh, it’s a twirl and a swirl, a mid-air feat,
In the dead of night or on a bustling street,
With their whiskers and their grace, they make a mystic treat,
Oh, the enigma of cats landing on their feet! π΅
(Outro) π΅ So the next time you see a cat in a leap,
Watch in awe and wonder, as they start to sweep
, It’s a nature’s puzzle, oh, so neat,
The timeless mystery of cats landing on their feet! π΅
Now who owns the copyright to this?
I don’t know who owns the rights to the photo of the minstrel with the cat, but I plucked it off this website.